The tenderness in Pello's eyes gradually receded. He gazed at the girl with quivering eyelashes, steadied her face with his hand, shocked and unsure of how to face this moment. A cruel smile crept onto his lips, and like a North African lion stalking its prey, he fixated on the docile game before him.
With lips as sweet as nectar and breaths as soft as feathers, her breathing halted, and time seemed to freeze at that instant. Pello greedily absorbed the sweetness Su Ziceng brought. He had known since he read the Rose Handbook that Su Ziceng would become his to own. Her guilt towards him would turn into a lifelong bind. What he had to do now was to transform her guilt into love, a fatal love, and then trap her in a despairing abyss where she would never reincarnate.
The Rose Handbook fell onto the ground, and several petals from the chrysanthemums on the table scattered down.
